Barely Breathing

A blank page in front of a writer possesses the chance to create a masterpiece. The truth that it may or may not exist is what makes creating it so unique. While inspiration comes and goes at any moment for a writer, the same is understood for the intensity in the rush of passion from a novice love. This fiery passion, if left unreciprocated, will diminish until only its embers are remaining of its existence. Unknown to some, this is all a part of the revolution of life.

Idealistically, life revolves around four seasons: summer, autumn, winter and spring. Our reaction to these inevitable changes is what defines who we are. There are those instances in life when it can be so remarkable or so excruciating that it leaves us barely breathing. There isn't always clarity in knowing when those moments will arise, but by identifying what is most important to our hearts will help us to escape from the tragedy of watching our most passionate dreams diminish in vain. We must believe all things in life are possible. In the back of our minds we are all searching for the same thing: the opportunity to love and be loved. Expressing that, for some, is a difficult thing. The question remaining: is it possible to be inspired by an experience that isn't yours? Universality tells us yes, and Barely Breathing is and example of such an instance.